The Love Triangle(39)

Charles moved to capture her lips and before she knew it, Dahlia was melting against him. His hand pulled her head back, his lips crushing hers. She whimpered as his tongue pushed in between her lips. Charles groaned and pushed her back into the cool metal of the car. His taste took over her senses and she was left a puddle that had to be held up by his strong grip.



“Come home with me, Dahlia. Please.”



His words reminded her that they couldn’t just yet. It all had to be perfect and though what he did to her felt that way, she knew that it would be several weeks before they could consummate properly. She pushed back against his chest, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. “Wait. We can’t just yet. Until we are married.”



“Why? I will marry you anytime you want, but don’t make me wait.”



He was moving back towards her and she put her hands up to ward him away. Dahlia moved to the other side of the car and waited for him to unlock it. She felt like her face was on fire, embarrassment taking over her senses. Her lips were hot and felt bruised with his rough kiss. All she could think about was his comment from before. He could go all night. The possibility of it being true was growing and she couldn’t wait to have him all to herself.



Charles finally unlocked the door, though he did not seem to be very happy about it. She giggled again, the sound become normal when she was with him. He made her feel like a love-struck teen that was dancing the last dance before prom ended. His eyes stared at her and then he started the engine. “Don’t tell me you're pouting, dear?”



His jaw tightened and she leaned against his shoulder as he started to drive away. They drove in silence for a time and Dahlia tried to think of something to say. She didn’t like him mad and she tried to appease his anger with light touches on his neck and shoulders. “You're built quite well. I really thought this was going to be drudgery, so there must be a catch. Do you have sick fantasies that I should know about, an affinity for pain?”



“Only if you want it. No, I don’t have any fantasies left, but I can think of a few if you want to try.”



She purred next to him. “I think we shall see. The wedding night will be here before we know it. Are you always in this type of rush?”



“I’ve never had to wait before.”



“I want to wait for our wedding. I won’t share either, Charles, so you will have to wait as well.”



His eyes glanced over at her and he turned back with a bare grin on his lips. “Already getting jealous, my dove?”



“Yes. I mean it too.”



“I don’t know what to think of you, Dahlia. It will take years to get to know the real you I bet.”



She smiled. “We have a year. I don’t think any further in the future than that.”



He pulled up to her home and she paused for a moment, looking over at him. “Do you want to come up for a drink? I have some old Scotch if you like that sort of thing.”



Charles nodded. He had turned the car off and was ready to go in while she was still getting out. He had hopes that she would be unable to resist him and knowing she was soaked, gave him hope that she would give in. All women did in the end and he knew that Dahlia was going to be his best submission yet.



He followed her up the few stairs and the door was opened before she reached it. She thanked the young girl and sent her off for the night. The blonde barely looked at Charles, scampering off as if he was a beast.



“Shy?”



“Sort of. She doesn’t like men too much. Leslie has seen the bad side of rich men, as you can imagine.”



He nodded, but didn’t say anything. His eyes were hard for a moment and she took his hand, guiding him off into the kitchen. She pulled out the Scotch that was older than he was and his eyes closed with the pure pleasure of the taste. “I could get used to this.”



“It's good. It was my father’s.”



He looked at the glass and shook his head. “It was good, but I wasn’t really talking about that. I was talking more about this, me, you, tonight. I could get used to this.”



She had a biting remark on her lips, but she pushed it back down. Dahlia didn’t want to ruin the moment, even if his sugary words were too sweet to be real. She could have gotten any kind of man to have to marry, but Charles was pleasant and trying hard to be friendly. He had singlehandedly made the arrangement less daunting and she may even start looking forward to their nuptials then the night of. That was what had her mind in that moment. Her body was still hot with need and her panties were no less wet than before. Dahlia was starting to wonder if she could wait that long.



“It was a nice evening, thank you. It could have gone either way, but I'm glad it's going this way.”



“Me too.”



Silence enveloped them and she watched the clock’s second hand race around the old grandfather’s face. “Do you want to watch a movie, I don’t know, what do you like to do?”



His eyes darkened suggestively and she sighed before taking another drink of the hot amber liquid. “Besides that, jeez.”



“I like to travel, get away from it all. I do a lot of hiking to old sites any time I can. Work has been crazy, but it seems like it all may settle down soon. Do you like to travel?”



She nodded. “I don’t know about hiking, but I like to try new things.”



“Even better.” The fire in his eyes burned hot and she avoided them and the subsequent shivers that went through her.



“We aren’t going to be able to talk much if everything you say turns into an innuendo.”



“I'm okay with not talking.”



His hand moved to hers, covering her hand before she could move it away. He held it in between both of his, the fingers swirling on the inside of her palm. She pulled them away after a few moments. His tanned skin was lighter than hers and she liked the way they looked entwined together. She clasped his hand and started to move them, the color of their skin becoming a blur, fusing together to make a softer brown. “This is what color our children will be.”



“I'm ready to get started on that right now.”



Dahlia stood up, her hands tingling from where he had touched her. Rubbing her palms against her skirt in a show of nerves she never usually had, she walked out to the sliding glass doors. Walking out on the porch, she left it open as a silent invite for him to follow her. Charles did, bringing their glasses with him and walked up behind her. Holding her in his arms, wrapped around her, his breathing was hot and heavy in her ear. “I’m sorry, but it's hard to think of anything else when you are next to me or my eyes are on you. I didn’t think I would be so lucky, Dahlia, and I feel pretty damn lucky right now.”



Her eyes closed as she let her head fall back. “Would you feel lucky if I said you still have to wait?”



“Then let me please you. You need some. You forget I have felt how wet you are.”



The offer was exactly what she needed. She needed to feel him against her, touching her like he had before. His hands moved down her arms slowly, his fingers touching her breasts ever so slightly. Her body melted into his and she whimpered into the darkness. “Your hands feel so good.”



Charles moved closer, his lower body pinning her against the rail and then his fingers moved down her thighs, coming back around to grip her shapely ass in his large palms. He growled in her ear and her head fell back with pleasure. It had been too long since she felt so much need; the longer she went without him, the more she needed it. Even with his hands all over her, Charles made sure to only graze where she really wanted to be touched.



Dahlia opened her legs as his knees pushed them open from behind. The muscled thigh brushed and then pressed up against her womanhood, making her cry out. “How about that?”



She shook her head. The slow pressure was agonizing and then overwhelming as he concentrated his moving leg to her wetness. She felt touches on the tips of her nipples and she whimpered. His hands were not rough, but no longer gentle. Her passion was pouring out and driving him wild. Dahlia was laid back against him, her eyes closed and her body open to whatever he wanted. She had long since forgotten why they mustn’t.



Her hips rolled, riding the firm bunched up muscles underneath her. Dahlia was moaning, her breath coming out in short bursts that threatened to pull her overboard. Only a few hours ago she was saying good bye to her boyfriend and now she was wantonly humping a strange man’s leg. It was a change she had not seen coming and when she came so perfectly, Dahlia knew that there was something akin to fate in the world. Her body shook in front of him and he held her, prolonging her pleasure as long as he possibly could.



When Charles moved his fingers from her breasts, lower to her heat, Dahlia stopped him with a hand. She turned around, backing away down the railing. “No more.”



He moved closer, his eyes blackened in the darkness. “Do you really want me to stop?”



Charles had her in reach, but he waited for her answer. Dahlia didn’t know how he had so much control. How did he not feel the way she did?



“Yes, Charles. I want to wait and if you touch me again, that won’t happen.”